Strange Night

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Shifting the views and picking up the sword to fight.
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JhonWalts
JhonWalts
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Wondering in my sphere of thoughts,
I was a traveler at peace with the world picking things apart and resolving my mistakes and sickness of thoughts,
But when the rain starts to fall, what can you do at all?
Close the window and forget about it ?!
It may be just rain and it has to fall.
Thunder is another story,
For fear is just a sound,
For tension will come around,
for light is a flare to be blind if you stare!
So what are you gonna do there? And you think only to remember that your way is but a motion with commotion guided by one's own emotion, concluding that the bubble has to pop and the sphere has to reshape for it to work so you can see the sun again and the flowers bloom and how darling to my heart that would be.

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